Mask

by Writer

I’m addicted to a lieMy smile says that I am happy but my heart says that I am brokenI wear skin soaked in a cologne that portrays pleasureBut underneath there’s still flesh, blood, and a tortured soul I’ve worked for years to perfect this mask for times like theseNobody likes a downerNobody loves the outcastEmotions are overrated Heart breaks have been banned Inside I hope for the day that someone will catch my lieThe days I don’t have to hide grow fewI know these people around me but they cannot know me I wont let themI forbid themI put it down when I’m aloneBut keep it close in case somebody knocks on my doorMy mask slips off when I’m dreaming But it’s definitely not on purpose There’s still hope that one day my mask will break and I won’t have to rebuild it.But I know I’ll wake up tomorrow and don my mask.